[His first act, after taking off his shoes and hanging up his jacket (it's spring, still a little too chilly at night to eschew it), is to go to the sink and wash his hands. He's already washed his hands once, at the landscaping company's building, but he wants to make sure they're clean, because when you work in the dirt all day it's hard to keep them completely clean. But after the second washing they look much better, and he turns to smile a little at Alayne.
He had admonished her once, about the curtsying, how she didn't need to do it. He had felt bad about it almost immediately because he quickly realized how much everything else in these various worlds had tried to erase who she was, and he wasn't going to be a part of that. Not if he could help it. So he got used to the curtseying. And everything else.]
Did you have a good day?
[And there's the glass, where it usually is, and he picks it up and takes it with him to the living room where he sinks into one of the chairs with a sigh.]
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He had admonished her once, about the curtsying, how she didn't need to do it. He had felt bad about it almost immediately because he quickly realized how much everything else in these various worlds had tried to erase who she was, and he wasn't going to be a part of that. Not if he could help it. So he got used to the curtseying. And everything else.]
Did you have a good day?
[And there's the glass, where it usually is, and he picks it up and takes it with him to the living room where he sinks into one of the chairs with a sigh.]